Probably Built in the Fifties

I might be moving to the east

To part my ways

And I will try to get something

I don't have yet

If I do, I will look at it

For days and days

Until I will never forget

I have heard this mental search

Has made them all

Take a look along the border

Having the urge

For their minds

To be lifted

To something new

I'm running to meet

My higher self

I trust the speed

Until I have no need

To run anymore

Miles and miles I run

I hear my feet

And I hear myself breathe

Heavily

I trust the speed

Until I have no need

To run anymore

Miles and miles I run